It was never a good indicator that she was going to like the information that followed.
“What now?”
Callen shared.
“His mother, Joyce Von Gunter, died three years ago. She’s buried in a cemetery near her last known address.”
She blinked.
“What?”
Callen nodded.
“Our cemetery caretaker told us he takes care of his mother. He’s cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs because she’s no longer with this world.”
Well, shit.
She didn’t see that one coming.
NOT.
AT.
ALL.
Chapter Twenty-One
En Route
Day Two Interviews
The Funeral Home
After getting caught off guard by Callen’s information he found on Jeffrey Von Gunter’s mother, Elizabeth had to take a minute to figure out her game plan. Did she run there immediately, or should she keep going with her current schedule?
It was a risk either way, since she knew that she was not the puppet master in this game, but the marionette being jerked around on strings.
Her concern was that by skipping the steps in her head, it would just trip her up.
So, Jeffrey and his dead mother were going to have to wait until after she crossed one more thing off her list.
The funeral home.
It was the other logical place where the killer could be harvesting eyeballs, and it was also tied to the fingerprints inside of Steph’s casket.
Maybe she’d get lucky.
After all, the men who buried the victims would know how to dig them up, and access the bodies.
She was going to keep doing what she did best.
Eliminating suspects.
It was time to weed through all the bullshit that the killer, and this nut, had left her.
Which meant she likely was.
“I feel like I’m being jerked around on a string,” she admitted to Ethan, who was right beside her. In the front seat, Ivan was driving, and Raphael was running shotgun.
